"On The Radar Freestyle" lyrics
Live
Londo on the track, ya know?
Shout out the mandem
London to New York
Ay
I don't wanna hear no more of this postcode rap
I'm flagging the Union Jack
Thank God UK back on the map
Now I'm tryna put UK rap on my back
Cap, all of their captions cap, they ain't done this or that
I thought shortly just got the BBL till I seen how it jiggle and clap
Aye mad, everyday I'm live, Monday live, Saturday, Sunday live
Chat shit on my niggas, I gotta back out the scissors, I'm cutting ties
I was like nine when I found me the love of my life, and still money on my mind
Money is time, so when I'm late for the meeting, I'm saying uncle drive
Aye, which one of them, not one of them can
I'm different, not one of them man
I'm sending my addy on text, and
She pulling up her in the hairband
I'm driving the GLE tinted, like I want to put my bro through the airbag
Or I'm trying to send myself to the Gulag
Hmm, still trying to keep it civil
Yeah we came a long way from little
Gyal all think that I'm single, and they all want to know my skin routine
Why? I don't get pimples, UK I don't smoke on Cali
Ironic, cause back then I tried 419 for a Cortez Chackie
Old school like Faze or Dappy, better check my catalogue
I got gyal from ends and ones that pose in magazine catalogue
I'm digital, they analogue, I rap a lot, they cap a lot
I'm in New York with a S-Star, bro back home flying packs on a Vespa
I got American gyal talking about chopped cheese sandwich, what does that mean?
Come to the fore, show you bout chicken and chips, Maggi and rice and peas
I told my jeweller I want the diamonds with more colour than IKDs
I seen guys get love on Spotify, not real life, they're buying their streams
Psst, Meedi, stepped in with a 10 out of 10, whose friend is a 10 out of 10, how greedy
Bad one want me to tap that shit on my Snapchat, tryna get streaky
Last year I sell out the show, this year I can sell it again, that's easy
Believe me, trust me
Livest in the city, pretty boy through [?]
Real grinder, no 9 to 5, I don't feel pressure
Any day, whatever the weather, I still pull up and its pepper
Feel me, London, stand up
Baby, you're gonna be the one that save me
You're gonna be the one that change me, I need rollies and them APs
Man's hot like crack in the 80s
Ha ha ha, Live
Londo on the track, ya know?
Shout out the mandem
London to New York
Ay
I don't wanna hear no more of this postcode rap
I'm flagging the Union Jack
Thank God UK back on the map
Now I'm tryna put UK rap on my back
Cap, all of their captions cap, they ain't done this or that
I thought shortly just got the BBL till I seen how it jiggle and clap
Aye mad, everyday I'm live, Monday live, Saturday, Sunday live
Chat shit on my niggas, I gotta back out the scissors, I'm cutting ties
I was like nine when I found me the love of my life, and still money on my mind
Money is time, so when I'm late for the meeting, I'm saying uncle drive
Aye, which one of them, not one of them can
I'm different, not one of them man
I'm sending my addy on text, and
She pulling up her in the hairband
I'm driving the GLE tinted, like I want to put my bro through the airbag
Or I'm trying to send myself to the Gulag
Hmm, still trying to keep it civil
Yeah we came a long way from little
Gyal all think that I'm single, and they all want to know my skin routine
Why? I don't get pimples, UK I don't smoke on Cali
Ironic, cause back then I tried 419 for a Cortez Chackie
Old school like Faze or Dappy, better check my catalogue
I got gyal from ends and ones that pose in magazine catalogue
I'm digital, they analogue, I rap a lot, they cap a lot
I'm in New York with a S-Star, bro back home flying packs on a Vespa
I got American gyal talking about chopped cheese sandwich, what does that mean?
Come to the fore, show you bout chicken and chips, Maggi and rice and peas
I told my jeweller I want the diamonds with more colour than IKDs
I seen guys get love on Spotify, not real life, they're buying their streams
Psst, Meedi, stepped in with a 10 out of 10, whose friend is a 10 out of 10, how greedy
Bad one want me to tap that shit on my Snapchat, tryna get streaky
Last year I sell out the show, this year I can sell it again, that's easy
Believe me, trust me
Livest in the city, pretty boy through [?]
Real grinder, no 9 to 5, I don't feel pressure
Any day, whatever the weather, I still pull up and its pepper
Feel me, London, stand up
Baby, you're gonna be the one that save me
You're gonna be the one that change me, I need rollies and them APs
Man's hot like crack in the 80s
Ha ha ha, Live
